shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Lissa raises an eyebrow. "We've seen the way you handle trouble," she says. "Look, no offence, but sometimes it's easier to let Ford punch a guy in the nose--especially since they all understand what that means--than to try to explain to the cops why I'm holding the wrong end of somebody's spine."

 

Valiska frowns. "But Ford's more breakable than we are."

 

"Yours has guns and sorcery, and mine has sorcery and guns," Lissa replies. "And at cons, and most other places where I might get harassed for being a feline? Almost always the assholes are even more breakable than Ford is."

 

[Chittergiggles!] I'm not uncomfortable! But then, Glow did call me a "shameless blight on all rightfully private mechs," so... I don't really know if I should be or if Sprock's just shy.

Anyway they look a lot like our... eh... [Mildly disgruntled chirring. Someone come translate for him, people-words are hard.] Interface parts? Except not the same kind of interface standards do... Wires figured out a way to mod the right ports on though!!!

 

"Well," says Lissa, "she probably can use them for that. But I'd make sure I knew what I was agreeing to before I'd let her try it on me."

After a moment, she shrugs. "You may have noticed that I'm shameless, too. Shame is a pretty useless emotion."

 

[Nodnods.] Aliens.

 

[True, we could! And I don´t know. I only know our swarm and sometimes the standard plays.]

Is...for swarm bonding. You can invite friends but not something to do outside of nest?

-gigglechirp- you might be! And yes, they´re for interfacing. To connect everyone.

 

Lissa considers this. "That sounds nice, everyone interconnected. Sometimes when we have very close friends over, everyone is connected to one or two people, but we can't all be together at once no matter how much we all care for each other." She sighs wistfully. "And no. That doesn't sound like a good thing to do in front of other people. Even if it doesn't offend them, it's not polite if they're not invited. And it's not safe. You can't have people you don't trust around when you do stuff like that."

 

Spoiler: casual nsfw, "blight on all polite mechs" indeed

[Quietly, for a chitterscreeching giant robot:] <...I miss it, I think. Wires figured out ports but... cables are harder apparently? And it's not the same without being a full loop.>

[Very serious nodding.]

 

-A mi appears. It was probably white to begin with but now it´s a lovely shade of mauve. It is wearing a sign that says "I fought a blueberry and lost."-

 

Well what the slag are you, tiny fuzzball?
[The mech speaking is a true praxian frame, recognizable to anyone who has ever seen either Prowl or Bluestreak to resemble them, silly doorwings and all, though he looks a little bit smoother around the torso. He is mainly white with a few skyblue accents and blue optics though his internals seem different from the usual brushed-metal-grey -- in fact he seems to be entirely gold on the inside from his mouth opening.]

 

Mi? I´m a mi. What´s slag?

 

[He pulls a bit of a face]
One'a the things Prime always says we aren't supposed to say around the organics. Greetings, A-Mi, my designation's Beacon. Of Praxus, for all the good that does nowadays.

 

Mi! -tries to come over and sniff him trips over it´s sign- Mi!! -hisses at the sign and attacks it. Once the sign is off the victorious mi sniffs the lorge robit-

 

[She looks a little confused as she materializes into the dreamspace, one second there's nothing, then an impression of light reflecting off water and then there she stands in all her partically translucent glory, looking around curiously. She notices the little mi and looks at it curiously. It seems a like an organic which is familiar at least? Though then again considering the organics she knows it's no wonder she inches back from it]

 

[Beacon holds very still for all of a moment before lifting the Mi -- carefully!! -- and setting them aside] As much as I'd like to wait around for you to conclude your investigation I kinda have to figure out where the pi...... pity I am and how to get back to my crystals.

[.... well at least this is a mech, that's start.]
Greetings, you wouldn't by chance know where we happen to be?

 

-Stentato materializes alongside her.-

Oh, here again.

 

Mi! Is dreamspace mi! -the mi is very proud of itself. it knows a thing!-

Mi? -the mi look confused- I´m not gonna bite you mi, you´re not a blueberry.

 

No I'm quite sorry I am just as lost as you! [She throws a dazzling smile at Beacon, sliding into customer mode with all the ease of practice] However I'm sure that someone will come to pick us up shortly!

[Oh mercy, someone she knows!] Stentato! [Her voice slips a little, less of the melodic put upon cheer, the smile softening a little on the edges and instead reaching her optics now] You know where we are?

[The tiny organic fluffball that can talk. That is worrying and she inches back a little more] What's a blueberry?

 

A big dangerous monster mi!
-summons one-